"There are one hundred and eight Buddhist beads. Every time one is twisted, one's past deeds will corrode one's bones - until the cinnabar falls into a dream, one realizes that this new life is actually a stolen gamble from the Palace of Yama."
>Rou Ze was reborn before the grand banquet in the 42nd year of Kangxi's reign.
>The cinnabar mole on the back of the neck is as hot as a soldering iron, and the heartbreaking pain of being drunk with poisoned wine in the previous life surges through the blood.
>She looked at the girl's bright face in the mirror, and recalled Yi Xiu's twisted curse when he was in the cold palace: "Sister, your face is born to be a disaster!"
>The dancing clothes are like blood, and the beating of drums stirs the soul.
>The Jinghong Dance reached its climax, but the jade belt that was supposed to break tightly strangled her neck.
>At the moment of suffocation, she clearly saw the cold smile in Concubine De's eyes in the audience, and the sharp corners of peach kernels were exposed in Yi Xiu's clenched fists.
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